grumpy frumpy

I know I know... I have lovely artwork.  My fuse is growing shorter by the day (minute?) and I'm just warning you all.  I have a foul temper.  I try not to blog when my temper is foul, but today will be an exception.  Maybe sharing my frustrations will help the bricks sitting on my chest.

- Why my daughter won't nap is beyond me.
- Why she insists on singing "The Wheels on the Bus" in her loudest voice all day long is beyond me.
- Why I can't find the previous point endearing, as everyone else around me seems to, is beyond me.
- Why anyone would place CARPET under my eating area is beyond me.  This has been driving me nuts ever since we moved here and is the bane of my existence.
- Why I'm supposed to remain composed and non-violent when my daughter really really hurts me BAD - like dropping a glass jar on my toe, kicking me in the boob SUPER hard, and biting my finger "on assident, Mama," is beyond me.
- Why I bought chocolate milk, Butterfingers, Skittles, and Pop-Tarts at Wal-Mart today while grocery shopping is beyond me.  Why do I do this to myself?????
- WHY CAN'T I SLEEP???
- Pardon, actually... I did get a good chunk of four hours in last night, from 2 a.m. to 6 a.m.  Then my second daughter pummeled my bladder and I peed.

My fuse is short people... dangerously short.

On second thoughts... if you could do these simple things, it might extend my fuse/do away with the bomb completely:
- Prescribe me sleeping pills and remove this lump from my abdomen for a 24-hour period.
- Unpinch my sciatic nerve.  Completely and forever.
- Provide a full-time Daddy.
- Allow me to give birth - 6 weeks early with no complications - with no pain and no recovery necessary.

Muchas gracias.  I'll be in a better mood tomorrow.  Promise.  I hope.  Maybe.